Empty stalls either side of me,
I’m drinking alone
Bottles in front of me,
Drinking it down
So the pain goes
There’s the shadow of a bottle,
It’s touching me
I look at it momentarily,
Observing how with every strobe light,
It moves to the beat
The barmaid asks me,
If I’m waiting for someone
I said I was waiting for these thoughts to stop bothering me,
She sat opposite,
Held my hands and said
“They’ll stop bothering you when you distract yourself from them; until then, they have power over you.”
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